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When I was younger, I sought the world.
Now that I've found it, I seek the light.
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It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon. It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
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Ah, this is soooo relatable! I just wanna find the light, grab it and be gone from this world while shouting, "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Do you have to look hard to find it? ❤
Amen! That'll preach, sister!
This is nice Rachel. I like the spiritual bend to this!
You can do both. Just wear shades.
And when you find the light? 💡
Beautiful! A little gem.
Excellent & so true!
Felt this. Remarkable with just a few chosen words. Well done, chum!
Rachel your perspective has shifted over time, Thank you for sharing this reflection!